Today is the three year anniversary of my father's death. It is also Catie's birthday. She turned 9 today.
I am up late packing my things for the trip back to Saipan. It is around midnight. I've got about three hours before I have to go to the airport.
It has been too long since I've been to Florida. The past week has been great but it was not nearly long enough. I spent lots of time with my family and managed to see a few, but not enough, of my friends here.
I'm much calmer than I was when I left three years ago, seeing as I have more knowns, both known and unknown. I'm not as nervous because I'm not jumping into a situation sure to bring many surprises. I'm just going to my other home, not my first home or my newly returned home or my second home or my adopted home, just my other home.
If three years ago someone had told me that all that has happened in the last three years was going to happen, I would have laughed at them. Case in point, as I was looking through my boxes of old pictures and letters tonight, I realized that the last time I held those objects in my hands my father was alive and I had every intention of spending the rest of my life with Emily. Funny how life works out. Makes you wonder what the next three years will bring.